The BLOODY SUCKER'S head is screwed.....!

Ever come across a man who acts like a woman and throws his temper like a woman and demand stupid things like a woman? I don't mean any woman. I mean those woman who have nothing better to do with their time and attention.

He drove me to the office.....late! He had demanded a time from me last night, nearly scolding me cos I did not give a specific timing. I had said 1130am. This morning I had reinforced it twice, to reach office by 1130am.

What did he do? Dilly dally. And had asked if 1145am is OK. I insisted on 1130am. But nonetheless he still took his own sweet time (of course, who dares to challenge him). And by the time we are ready to leave, he said "Now is 1130am, when we reach your office, it should be 12pm. JUST RIGHT!"

DAMN BLOODY WHAT"S RIGHT ABOUT IT!!!!! He had insisted to get a timing from me, then he had shifted it TWICE.... WITHOUT ME SAYING A YES..... AND HE SAID IT"S JUST RIGHT!!!!!!!

I was already quite pissed! Who dares say that he is wrong, he will turn the table around and blamed me for not pushing him if I'm rushing for time.

Then what happened when I kept my temper to myself? He blows his up!!

He asked me to call some company for information. While I was busy getting the phone number, he asked me if we are going to some place later in the day. I answered...'Mmm!'. And that got me into trouble. This bloody sucker scolded me for not answering his simple question. He wanted a standard 'Yes' from me. I cannot answer any other way other than 'Yes' or 'No'. What a jerk!!!!

Then when I put down the phone. Another person called, I got down the car to get my bag out from the car, and answered the phone after getting down. He got mad again. He accused me of not answering the phone infront of him. Truth is, yes, I hate to speak in the phone infront of him. WHY? COS THAT BLOODY SUCKER ALWAYS SCOLDS ME ABOUT MY WAY OF TALKING ON THE PHONE!!!!!! He doesn't know what has gone through on the phone, but he can blamed me for not answering the way he expects. I hate to talk on the phone infront of him. Be it a business call or a personal call. What does he know about what went on on the phone, who is he to scold me for not saying this and not saying that, I am talking to a person, and I respond the way I like and the way the situation is. He doesn't know the situation but he always insist I should do this and that.

THAT BLOODY SUCKER'S HEAD IS SCREWED . . . . . .!

A bastard who thinks that he is God . . . !

This is a life story of a bastard who lives his life believing fully that he is GOD!!!!

We were perfect until when he mentioned about us going to the gym later. I said 'But we have to pack up the house'. And that's enough for him to fly into a rage. Left, right or center. I'm killed!

It's been so many months of trying to pack up the house, and he has not even started one bit. And afterwhich, when he saw the house in a mess, he then got irritated and blamed me for not taking initiative. So finally today, we planned to pack up the house. He has to go and suggest something like going to the gym. Of course I am on my toes again. We have to pack the house like what we had planned, I will get a earful if it's not done. Don't tell me about going anywhere, cos if you sacrifice the time to pack the house for gym, I'm gonna be at fault again in the end.

But of course, the GOD doesn't think this way. HE thinks that I am defying him again. He says he wants to pack up the house, I'll have to say OK. And when he says he wants to go to the gym. I have to say OK as well. He can change his plans, he can do his own messy planning and in the end achieve nothing. But ultimately, when things don't go the way he wanted it, cos of his own actions, it's MY FAULT for not managing it properly. I didn't take initiative, I didn't advice him, I didn't suggest to him, I didn't correct him, I didn't do this, I didn't do that. And that's why his life is not in order.

Bloody hell! Then after which, it became another full fledge complaining about my lifestyle. Not being healthy, working too much, didn't help him with his diet, didn't go to gym with him, didn't do this for him, didn't do that with him.

Yes, my life may not be perfect, who's is!

BUT, it's ridiculous to tell me his life is perfect while mine is not. And we are drifiting apart cos my lifestyle is so much different from his. His lifestyle SUCKS!!!! Honestly speaking.

He sleeps till noon every day. He sleeps at 7am every other day. He bathes after 2am every other day. What kinda life is this? Good? He says he has time for exercise and work and leisure. And I do not. But think again, how can I parallal my time with his. When I am working, he is sleeping or doing what he wants during leisure. When I am off work, I have to follow him to do what he wants, gym, exercising, whatever crap, and when he is working, I'll have to stay home too, cos it's late at night and I can't go out on my own. So MY WHOLE FUCKING LIFE IS WORK AND HIM AND WORK AND HIM!!!!!!! Well, his fucking life is work and other woman and gym and of course, screwing my life up!
Maybe I'll just do what he wants. And someday breakdown and show him that HE IS NOT A GOOD HUSBAND AT ALL. HE DOESN"T EVEN KNOW HOW TO TAKE CARE OF HIS WIFE!!!!

Oh yeah, and now I have one more rule to follow when I speak to him. I must make positive statements and I cannot use 'But'. How does that go....!

I am attending counselling . . .

I'm attending counsellng, which helped me through those times of disasters. And I have told him about it. Counselling told me to defy him. I tried, and didn't succeed. Counselling told me to leave the scene and give time for him and me to cool down. It didn't work very well. This bastard needs psychiatic treatment. Counselling for me only helps a wee bit in my emotional well-being. It doesn't help the situation at all cos the fucking bastard doesn't change and doesn't see a need or doesn't know how to change. Whatever.... labelling him a fucking bastard is as perfect as it can be. A bastard has his life screwed and living behind it. His life is in a total mess and he thinks that he is perfect. How blind!

I've attended 3 sessions of counselling now. It helped me realised that my efforts of trying not to aggreviate his stupid temper is indeed building his godly view of himself. He thought he was the best, he made me think and act like he is the best, and when I obeyed out of sheer tiredness of quarrelling, he then really think that he is indeed the best!!!!

He is really living a bastard life!!!

Mad dog barks . . . !

You can't imagine what else can trigger this mad dog! He is incredible.

We were cleaning up the house. I finished mopping the floor and was suggesting to him about getting a part-time maid to help with house cleaning. My reason being it's tiring (I am a full time employee, not a full time housewife, and I have damn a lot of other things to do like exercising, keeping pretty, watching soccer, accompanying him) and my left wrist hurts sometimes. He then said, with such tender loving care, that I should have told him to do the tough jobs if my wrist hurts and in the future, he will do the mopping and cleaning of the toilet while I just do the simple tasks. Ha, what nice words.... which didn't last long.

The next moment I know, out of the whole damn wide universe of blues, he started complaining to me about my wrist. Why didn't I take care of myself, when did I start getting this pain, did I see a doctor, why didn't I see a doctor, why didn't I do anything about it. By the end, he was punishing me to stand at a spot and cannot go anywhere until he was happy. He then ordered me to the doctor that very moment, even threatening about not going to meet my parents for dinner if I did not visit the doctor and bathe within the time span.

Off I go to the doctor. Willingly, cos it gives me a chance to leave that damn fucking house and that damn fucking bastard. He called, and I told him that the doc had said that my tender in my left wrist is inflammed. When I reached home, he sounded so damn concern but plainly speaking, he appeared hypocrite. He then told me that he had not intended to shout at me (oh, he had not intended, then what happened? When he is the one who preached that if one wants to do something, nobody can stop him.) and it was purely out of concern.

WOW!!! What a way to show concern. Shouting is showing concern. Telling me to stand at a spot is showing concern. Questioning me about why I didn't do anything about my wrist is showing concern. Then he must be very lack of my concer for him. Cos I simply don't shout at him enough.

We went on our way to meet my parents, I forgot to take my medication when we rushed out. Yes, it was my fault. But he punished me like I was had killed someone else's dad cos I had forgotten to take my medication. He shouted at me again, hurled abuses, nagged and nagged non-stop. And ordered that we come back straight after dinner and I was not allowed to go up to my parents' house.

All due to me missing one dosage of medication.....! Like this medication is some heavenly pill that will cure me once I take it. Like I will die if I delay a night to start my medication.

It's just some stupid pain killer!!!!!! What the fuck is this bastard thinking.....!

Mad dog punched my laptop . . .

The mad dog did it again. Anyway, I intentionally provoked him.

He asked where I was going at lunch time. I told him that he had mentioned that during office hours, he should go where he wants to go and should not need to report to anybody, so it's the same with me. I'm just going out.

Of course he was angry. But it's true. If I have a chance to show him what his fuck up attitude was when I casually asked him where he was when he went out, he snapped back at me for controlling him too much.

A mad dog is a mad dog. He lived up to his name. He grew angry.

The next thing I know, he called me on my handphone and threatened me saying he was sitting in front of my laptop. After a few sentences, he banged on my laptop while slamming my phone. He then called again, and after a couple of sentences, he slammed it again. He then told me he is working on spoiling my laptop like he had promised. And he slammed it again.

FUCKING BASTARD WHO DO NOT KNOW WHERE TO STOP!

I had to take a cab back. I tried to talk to him. Of course, it didn't help. He is a mad dog who only barks! Anyway, the conversation was boring. Cos it is always the same thing of him demanding apologies from me, and then saying my apologies isn't in the right tone. And he is the king and he should be obeyed. And he was just showing concern, only to get snapped back (fancy knowing that but did the same thing to me, and in the end blaming me about controlling him).

After he left, I checked my laptop, luckily, thanx God, it is fine!
But I can't stop feeling angry, so I banged his laptop as well. I don't know if I have spoiled it, I don't give a damn! I kicked his bag too, and broke the cap of his suntan oil. Again, who cares!!!!

He just can't keep his mouth shut . . .

This bastard nags like a woman.

We agreed to meet his friends for dinner, our treat, at 730pm. His friend arrived at 7pm and called him. He got figitive and started asking me to go. I was honestly rushing some last minute work. I had thought that I could have an early off. But there was some last minute corrections needed that caused me to have some delay.

And of course, how could he tolerate me not being on time (when he is not on time, he always have some super valid reason that I have no right to blame him though). We left 10 mins past 7pm. On the way to the car, he said 'I know you are not in control also, but .....' and he went on and on about my 'bloody job' which treats me like a 'dog' and I seriously need to do something about it if not I have to choose between marriage and my job. Seriously, he was either totally insincere when he mentioned that 'he knew I was not in control' or he is so forgetful that once he told me 'he knew', he immediately forgot and scold me like I was in full control and chose to be late or he JUST CAN"T BLOODY KEEP HIS GAP SHUT and end up ranting on and on and on about what nots that he himself didn't even know what he said and why he did it. He even threw his handphone in the car TWICE cos he was frustrated and his handphone wasn't working well. But anyway, why do I care, it's his handphone.

By the time we reach the restaurant, he was still doing his words firing at me. What a nice bloody long session of lecture, just to get one point across. I did not 'rebut', I did not 'give an attitude', I just said my apologies and quietly listen. But it did not get me anywhere (neither will rebutting does), it still come to the same ending of him going on non-stop like I just killed his dad.

Immediately when we met his friends, his WHOLE tone and face went to a complete loving husband. WHAT THE FUCK!!!!! HYPOCRITE!!!!!

Once back home, we were supposedly back on good terms. Seriously, I do not know how he can do that, it's fuming to get someone nag at you and threaten you and the next minute pretend that nothing has happened.

The TV program talked about yoga. And there he went again, he mentioned about us agreeing to look for yoga courses. (He had taken on the responsibility to look for a yoga course long time ago, when he did not get down to doing it, he blamed me for not taking initiative and nothing gets done if he doesn't do anything, then he began to order me to do it, with a deadline given. See, when he did not do something that he promise, he will just turn the table around saying that if he did not do it, I should be doing it. And if I did not do it, then it's all my fault and I do not have initiative.) I was quite pissed off with this yoga issue. I just said the first yoga program that came to my mind, True Yoga. He commented that it is very commercial and has too many people to a class.

What the fuck! So many comments when he couldn't even bother to look for a yoga course. I got irritated, although I did not shout, I simply told him to look for a course then. And then? No prize for guessing again what came after. Abuses, slamming the door, throwing things, whatever. He started at it again. He then threatened me again about my laptop before leaving the house.

I was not prepared to just keep quiet. So I banged the door too, TWICE. And marched off out of the house as well. He saw me walking away downstairs, he purposely drove in another direction. I brought my point across that I was furious and was out of the house to. So since he knew about me walking off, I went home after he was out of sight.

Unfortunately, when I came home, my team lead was still working at 3am. It was quite a tough period for both of us because of this new project. New reports need to be done and it was not easy for both him and me. He needed a report out the next morning and needed me to take a look at some figures. I couldn't take my mind off work as well cos I knew of the urgency too.

Then this bastard came home. Just in time to see me on the line with my team lead. He flew into a rage. He on the volumne of the TV so loud that I had to leave the room. Then he followed me to the bedroom and shouted at the top of his voice, scolding me about still working at 3am. He ordered me to put down the phone. And of course, not even my team lead could hear it on the phone, I think practically the whole block heard him. My team lead then initiated to put down the phone.

I stormed into the room and banged the door. Of course, we quarrelled even more. What's new! I tried to calm him down. Talked about his dad, trying to calm him down, and making him feel sorry for himself. Whatever.... I seriously am just putting on a very good show! In the end, he calmed down.

Only to return to his old self after 10 mins. Simply refusing to say sorry, refusing to change and blaming it all on me.

Fed up, I ended the night saying sorry to him. HE IS BECOMING A WORSE MAN when others are becoming a better one.